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Daddy's Sex Parties - Part 1

I'm Scarlet, and for the last year, I've been doing the dirtiest, most depraved shit that you could ever dream up. Even now, as I'm recalling everything, I still can't believe it's all actually happened. I don't quite know how I feel about it, either. On one hand, I've been having the time of my life, on the other, I'm disgusted at the mere thought of what I've been doing. I'm not exactly a slut, or anything, I've just kind of...wound up this way.

When I was really young, my mom left. I still don't really understand why she abandoned us, dad just said that she wasn't happy anymore. It sucked, but I was so young that I didn't really understand what was going on. Growing up, I didn't feel like I was missing out on anything, though. I was perfectly content that it was just me and dad. Don't get me wrong, I struggled with it a little when I grew into my early teens, but that phase didn't last too long. By the time I'd hit 20, it was safe to say that I'd fully accepted and come to terms with it.

I don't think dad ever got over it, though. I can't imagine what it must have been like to have a child with someone you love and then that person just ups and leaves. Despite the fact that she left both us, I pitied him immensely. I guess I sort of saw him as a broken man. He wasn't unhappy all the time, at least not visibly, but maybe I was just projecting. Who knows? Either way, he never dated again, not even once. I suggested it a handful of times over the years but he never seemed interested. So, it was just me and him. We both worked in the day, ate together every night, split the chores equally, and usually hung out a fair bit, too. It was a happy household.

I guess everything really began on one random Monday, while we were both getting ready for work. I noticed the mailman through the window and popped outside to grab our post. I leafed through the letters as I walked back up to the house. As I headed inside, one letter stood out from the rest. It was black with a gold trim, which I found a little odd. It had dad's name on it, but we always opened each other's mail, so I tore it open. I'd barely read a few words before I noticed dad rushing my way.

“Hey, that's mine!” he said, snatching it from me.

“Okay, grabby,” I said, chuckling.

He didn't even look at it, he just stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

“Who's it from?” I asked, my curiosity now piqued.

“No one, it's nothing,” he said, returning his attention to his half-made tie.

I was a little suspicious, watching him hurry off into the kitchen, but I didn't have time to hang about. I had to get to work. I finished getting ready, said goodbye, and left. The first half of my day was insanely busy, with my boss really piling on the workload, and by my lunch break, I was shattered. I sat in the break room, eating a sandwich and scrolling through my phone. I started thinking about the odd interaction with dad that morning. He was never usually secretive, and I couldn't help but wonder what the letter had been about. I did my best to recall the name of the business that had sent it to him, but it just escaped my mind. I soon got back to work and began going through my boss's schedule for the week. After an hour or so, the name of the company just came to me, out of the blue. Theros. I stopped what I was doing and whipped out my phone, immediately googling the name.

I let out a short, loud laugh, quickly covering my mouth and looking up at all the other people in the office. No one seemed to care. I looked back at my phone in disbelief. There it was, clear as day; Theros was a private sex group. Thoroughly amused, I scrolled through the website, skim-reading. It was basically a bunch of people that organized themed parties where they could all have sex. All of a sudden, everything just clicked into place. That's why dad hadn't dated again, he'd just been hooking up with people for casual sex, instead. It also explained his random weekends away, which he'd always said were 'fishing trips with the guys'. I smiled to myself, strangely kind of happy for him. I'd always hated the thought that he was alone, but now I didn't feel so bad. It was a little gross, but at least he was finding comfort from somewhere.

Over the next few months, I noticed that we'd occasionally receive more black letters. I was desperate to see what they said, but at the same time, I respected his privacy. Besides, I knew I would probably regret reading it. I just assumed that they were about new events or something. Still, my damn curiosity burned away at me. The next time a black envelope arrived at the house, I handed it to him and lingered for a bit. I had always thought we'd been quite straight with each other, and I wanted to see if he'd open up about it. I think I was mostly just curious as to whether or not there was one person, in particular, that he was seeing.

“So, what's the letter?” I asked, watching him slip it into his pocket.

“I said before, nothing,” he replied. “You nosy thing.”

“You sure it's nothing?” I asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I'm sure,” he said with a smile.

He hurried out of the room, leaving me grinning to myself. I couldn't tell if he was shy, embarrassed, or just trying to avoid the subject entirely. In any case, I didn't really blame him for not wanting to talk about it. I probably wouldn't have wanted to, either. It did kind of suck, though. I didn't like the idea that we hid things from each other, even if it was about sex. It wasn't like we had to discuss the nitty-gritty details or anything, I just wanted us to be open with one another.

After he left for work, I made myself a coffee and settled back into bed. I was working from home that day, and there was nothing urgent that needed to be done, so I was going to take it easy. I sat with my laptop and coffee, just scanning through emails I'd received that morning. After I'd caught up with everything, I started thinking about dad and his little parties. If he wasn't going to be open with me about it, then I was just going to have to find out on my own. I went back onto the Theros website and started thoroughly researching it all.

I quickly became enthralled. It was fascinating. I'd heard of things like this before, but it all felt so real now, knowing that my dad was involved in it. Eventually, I realized that there were parts of the website that I couldn't access. To view everything, you had to be a member. It wasn't cheap; $300 to sign up and be eligible for party invites, and $50 a month after that. I bit my lip, considering it for a moment. My curiosity was insatiable, though, and I followed my intrigue to the payment page. After sinking hundreds of dollars, I eagerly scrolled through the pages that I couldn't access before.

I was now able to see all the juicy details of the different events, I could access the online forum, and the gallery was available, too. After reading as much as I could, I decided to have a little browse at the gallery. I had this image in my mind of what the parties would look like. I pictured dark rooms, trashy furniture, and seedy, neon lighting. As I scrolled through the images, I realized my preconception was way off. It looked like the events were just held at people's houses. I won't lie, I was a little disappointed. What an anticlimax. I continued exploring the gallery and watched as the photos became more graphic. There were so many people, some naked, some semi-clothed, but all of them thoroughly indulging themselves in physical passions. It was a little wild. As I kept flicking through the images, I landed on one where a woman was being taken from behind. The look on her face was priceless, with her eyes in the back of her head. My gaze then fell on the man. I let out a little scream and slammed the laptop shut. I didn't know whether I wanted to burst out laughing or be sick. The man in the photo, who'd been fucking that woman, was dad.

I was frozen in place, staring at the wall. I had not been ready to see that. Not ready at all. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to make another coffee. I found myself smiling again, not quite sure why I felt so amused by what I'd seen. I ended up just getting back to work, but I couldn't get my morbid curiosity out of my head. I knew it was gross and weird, but I wanted to have another look. I closed my emails and quickly found myself back on the website, picking up where I left off. I studied the photo intently. I didn't feel too bad, even though dad was naked; I couldn't actually see anything. It was just him behind this woman. I continued through the gallery, only occasionally seeing more pictures of him. Just as before, his junk was thankfully covered by some random woman. I looked at his face in all of the images, strangely mesmerized by his expressions. He looked so wild, and I could tell he was having a great time. After a little while, I became aware that looking at so many photos of people having sex was kind of getting me going. At the same time, I felt gross that I was getting worked up; dad was in some of these photos. What was wrong with me? I got right back to work and did my best to put everything out of my head.

As the weeks rolled by, I couldn't help but think about Theros. Thankfully, it wasn't the pictures of dad that lingered in my mind, it was the idea of hooking up with strangers at a sex party. Something about it just seemed so naughty, so wild. My imagination ran free with the idea, and I often found myself thinking about what it would be like to go to one of these parties. Would I love it? Would I hate it? I didn't know, but I loved not knowing.

One evening, after we'd finished dinner, we were cleaning up together. He had been a little quiet while we'd eaten, and I could tell he was contemplating something. As he handed me a plate to dry, he went to say something but then stopped. He cleared his throat, clearly trying to cover the fact that he was about to speak.

“Something up, dad?” I asked.

“Uh, well, yeah,” he said, handing me another plate. “So, I need a favor, and it's kind of a big one.”

“Go on,” I said.

“I...I was thinking about having some friends over for a party next weekend,” he began.

“Oh, cool. Is Jack coming?” I asked.

Jack was one of dad's hotter friends, and I always enjoyed eyeing him up when he came over.

“No, Jack...Jack can't make it,” he said.

“Ah, okay,” I said, a little disappointed. “So, do you need me to pick up any supplies?”

“No, actually, I need you to make yourself scarce, if you don't mind,” he said.

“Oh...umm, yeah, sure. That's fine,” I said, a little peeved that I wasn't invited. “I guess I could just go to Lila's house for the evening.”

“Actually,” he said, measuring his words, “the party's gonna be over two days. Saturday and Sunday. I'll need you gone both days.”

I stopped drying plates and just looked at him.

“What?” I asked, playfully punching his arm. “Two days? For real?”

He laughed a little.

“For real,” he repeated. “Look, I know it's a pain in the ass, but I'll cover the cost for you to get a hotel, fuel, and food.”

“And clothes shopping?” I asked, only half-joking.

He shot me a glance, knowing too well what I'm like.

“Okay, and clothes shopping,” he said, smiling.

“You've got yourself a deal, then,” I replied. “The house is yours.”

After we finished cleaning up, I told him I was going to get an early night, and headed up to my room. I played around on my phone for a while, before eventually starting to drift off. Just as I felt myself slipping asleep, a thought randomly popped into my head. My mind reignited and my eyes widened. I quickly sat up in bed and reached for my laptop. I opened it up, went onto the Theros website, and navigated to the events page. Bingo. My thought had been spot on. At the very top of the page was a new event, and the address was our house. I just stared at the screen for a bit, not quite believing what I was seeing. I'd come to terms with the fact that dad was going to sex parties, but hosting one was a totally different ball game. I thought it through a little more and realized that people would be fucking all over our home. Hell, they may even end up fucking in my room. I scrunched up my face and shook my head.

“Gross,” I whispered.

I had thought it was strange that dad was having a two-day party, which I wasn't allowed to go to. I mean, in hindsight, I was stupid for not putting two and two together, sooner. I slid back under my covers, my mind racing. The initial shock that strangers would be screwing in our house was fading, and I began considering what it would be like. I just couldn't pinpoint a clear, concise picture of what would occur, and it drove me crazy. I wanted to know, and I wanted to know badly.

My week at work was especially busy. My boss was back from a trip he'd taken and he had a whole load of extra duties for me, again. I wasn't pleased, as I ended up staying for an extra two hours every day. As Friday came to a close, I was so relieved to be so close to the weekend. I sped home and I was absolutely dead on my feet. I managed to have a quick dinner with dad, then went to bed and passed out. When I woke up the next morning, I felt so much better. I was reenergized and renewed, and looking forward to my weekend. As I slowly got up and got dressed, I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

“Fuck,” I said.

In my sleepy haze, I'd forgotten that I had to be out of the house that weekend. I was instantly in a mood, which set the tone for my day. Once I was up, dad soon hurried me out of the house, and I made my way to the hotel he'd booked for me. I found myself laying on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, bored out of my mind. I didn't have anything to do, and Lila wasn't free in the end. I was just stuck there. In my boredom, I decided to have another look at the Theros website, and read the details about the party dad was hosting. The description was quite brief and didn't give much away. 'Come dressed to kill or not dressed at all. Just make sure you're covering your face, and get creative with it! As always, please abide by Theros' rules. See you all there!'

I let it fly around my mind a few times before deciding to check out the rules. There weren't many, and they were pretty common sense; no being a dickhead, no drugs, always wear a condom, no means no. You get the idea. As mental as all of this was, I was still happy to know that dad was responsible. That was the man I knew. I closed the laptop and chucked it across the bed, falling back into the pillows. I huffed loudly, kind of jealous that all these people were going to have a great evening, while I was stuck in some boring room.

Quite predictably, though, it didn't take me long to come up with a bad idea. I told myself that it was just because I was bored, but deep down, I knew the truth. I was desperately curious. I just had to know what the party was gonna be like. I double-checked the time the party was due to start, then looked at the time. I still had several hours; plenty of time to go out, buy something to wear, and find some kind of mask. As I rushed to the shops, I felt overcome with a giddy sense of excitement. Was I crazy? Was I really going to do this? I had no answers, but that just excited me even more. I tried rationalizing it by saying that I was just going to check it out, then leave. I wasn't going to do anything crazy, and I intended to avoid dad at all costs.

I ran the plan over and over in my head, while I browsed for something to wear. I decided that I was going to spend no more than half an hour there. I'd have more than enough time to mingle a little, see what kind of people attended these parties, and get a feel for what was going to happen, before making my exit. As exciting as I imagined it would be watching a load of people have wild sex, I wasn't down for it. The last person I wanted to get horny around was my dad. No, this was just a light reconnaissance mission; get in, get the lay of the land, get out.

By the time I'd finalized my plan of action, I'd found a backless, lacy, black dress that I was certain I'd look great in. The mask was a bit trickier. I looked all over the place, but I could only find those masquerade ball masks. They didn't cover enough of my face, and I wasn't going to risk getting recognized by dad, or anyone else I may know. I paced through town, desperately trying to find something, when I remembered there was an adult toy shop not far away. It was a long shot, but time was ticking away. Once I got there, I felt all my panic fall away, as I saw several full-face masks in the lingerie section. I settled on a white, Venetian mask with gold lips, gold eye shadow, and flecks of gold spattered across it.

Back at the hotel, I booked a taxi, quickly showered, and got dressed. I admired myself in the mirror, pleased with my final look. I've got some curves to me, and quite a large chest, so I was impressed that I managed to squeeze into the dress. I was as ready as I'd ever be. Once I was in the back of the cab, panic settled in and I could feel myself trembling. I'd been so rushed, thinking about my plan and what to wear, that I hadn't taken a second to slow down and consider what I was actually doing. I was going to a sex party, a sex party that my own dad was hosting. I said the words in my head, realizing how crazy it sounded. Rather than focusing on how stupid I was, I just kept telling myself that I only wanted to indulge my curiosity, nothing more. Saying it like that didn't sound so bad, but it didn't do much to calm my nerves.

Just as we pulled up at my house, I paid the driver and slipped my mask on. I had a powerful urge to just get back in and tell the driver to floor it, but I didn't. I just slowly walked up the pathway toward the house. I'd walked that path a million times before, but at that moment, I felt like I was in an entirely different place. It all looked so foreign. My home didn't seem like my home, anymore. It was like I was looking at it in a new light. I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but I didn't have time to dwell, I was already at the front door. I looked behind me as the taxi pulled off, watching it drive away. I looked back at the door, took a few deep breaths, and knocked. The fucking second I finished knocking, I suddenly realized that there was a hole in my plan. Dad was hosting, so it was probably going to be dad that opened the front door. The second I spoke, he would have known it was me. How could I have been so stupid? I didn't have enough time to come up with a plan, so I had no choice. I had to run.

Just as I turned to bolt, I heard the door handle turning. It was too late. I was fucked. I quickly returned to standing normally, but I was certain that as soon as the door opened my heart would just stop. I held my breath as it swung open, and audibly exhaled when I saw that it wasn't dad. This was already turning out to be way more intense than I had predicted. It was a big guy who greeted me, and he was wearing a simple, black suit with a flimsy, little masquerade mask. He asked if I was on the guest list, and I pulled out my phone and showed him my e-ticket. He then pointed at a bowl of phones just inside the door, and I reluctantly placed it inside.

“Have a great evening,” he said, motioning for me to come in.